Teasing Raine Ch. 03 by Arkfisting,Arkfisting

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“Because now you want to be paid for it. That makes you a whore!” I winced inwardly as soon as the words left my mouth, but there was no taking them back.

“Well fuck you, too!” She screamed at me, grabbed her suitcase, and lumbered to the door. I didn’t get out of her way, forcing her to maneuver around me. We didn’t talk again. Ever.

I didn’t want Raine to have to endure any fallout from her one video, but I also didn’t want her to go down that same road Shelly never came back from. I hoped I would get a chance to talk to her about it. Even if that meant telling her what I knew of Shelly’s foray into porn. Unfortunately, I didn’t hear from Raine again that afternoon. Then I remembered she was going to her friend’s party.

I went back to the bar that night. It was just like Thursday in that there were a mix of people all looking to drown their busy lives. The young girl from last week made a grand entrance that got everyone’s attention as she strutted in wearing stilettos under a purple micro-mini spandex dress that hugged her generous bosom and followed her curve to a tiny waist and a flare of hips. She did look delectable as she scanned the room, presumably looking for her target of the evening to order her a drink. As she looked, her gaze landed on me, and she smiled and winked at me before continuing her scan.

I had no plans of a hookup for the evening, but if one happened, I would be happy to enjoy it. I just stopped in for a beer, but I entertained the fantasy that the girl wanted to give me a taste of her charms. I spent twenty minutes talking sports with Joe, the bartender, when someone slid onto the stool next to me.

“Is this seat taken?”

“It is now,” I said before turning. When I did, words escaped me. She was there in all her radiant glory. Her purple dress caught the light in effervescent sparkles. The swell of her young, firm breasts offered a tantalizing cleavage in the plunging neckline. I had to force my eyes up to view her face. This night, she had put effort into her appearance. Her makeup was perfect to highlight her features without looking garish. She fixed a demure smile on me and flitted her eyelashes, bringing to mind Jessica Rabbit’s flirtation with Eddie Valiant. I had planned on some kind of witty one-liner, but all I could manage was more of a vocalized exhalation. “H-h-h-i-i-i.”

“Hi.”

Get it together man. Why are you tongue-tied? You were talking girls out of their panties before this girl was ever conceived. “Randy.”

“Are you?” She smiled at her double-entendre.

“Crawford. Randy Crawford. Can I buy you a drink?” I saw that she already had one, so I was hoping she would decline. I still thought she was under-aged, but I didn’t want to seem rude by not offering.

“I’m good. But maybe later.” Her smile never left her face.

“What happened to your guy?” I tilted my head toward the table she had joined when she first came in.

“Oh, he’s not my guy. Just a friend I met here once.”

“Oh? You single?”

“Ever more,” she said.

“Not looking for the long term, eh? Smart.”

“I’m not looking for anything. I’m just living my life.”

“Here’s to that,” I raised my glass. “Carpe Diem.”

She clinked the glass but hesitated. “What?”

“It’s Latin. It means ‘seize the day’.”

She smiled and something about her face struck me. Her smile seemed familiar. “I like that,” she said. “May we seize every day.”

“You haven’t told me your name,” I prompted after I downed my drink.

She dabbed the corner of her mouth with a cocktail napkin. “Shelby.”

“Just Shelby?”

“For now. How do I know you’re not some pervert or psycho? A girl can’t give away too much to strangers.” She smiled the whole time as she ran her finger tips up and down the stem of her glass.

“Oh, I’m no psycho, but I may be a pervert, though in a good way.”

“There’s a good way?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I get the feeling I might.” She gave me a coquettish smile.

She spent the rest of her time there with me, though I never got much information about who she was from her. She was funny and told great stories, and laughed at all the right places when I told mine. She was touchy-feely, too. She would touch my bicep or my thigh, or occasionally my forearm. It wasn’t overtly flirty; more comfortable. We had an easy familiarity, like we had known each other a long time. I hadn’t enjoyed a woman’s company like that in ages. She was going to make some young man very happy someday, once her biological clock told her that seizing the day wasn’t a practical way to live.

Then the shoe dropped.

After a particularly funny story that had both of us with tears in our eyes, she rested her hand on mine and looked me in the eye with a hunger I hadn’t noticed before. “So, how about we get out of here?”

Had this exquisite specimen of femininity just propositioned me? I would be a fool to turn her down. “Lead on,” I said. “I’m all yours.”

She got this odd look in her eye, like she was trying to tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi before she rose from the barstool. “We’ll see about that. You may not want to be mine. I could be a bigger pervert than you.”

“Is that a challenge?” I placed my hand at the small of her back right at the top of the slope to her impeccable ass and led her toward the door.

“Are you up for it?”

“You have no idea, my dear.”

We went to my car, and as I opened the door, she spun around and grabbed me for an instantly sizzling kiss that I felt in my toes. Her lips were hot against mine, and at the same time soft yet demanding. Her tongue sought out mine and danced between us in a delectable tango. When we pulled away from each other, her face looked both eager and frightened. I understood the sensation. I hadn’t experienced a kiss like that before.

“I think I’m going to enjoy you,” she purred as she ran her hands over my chest.

“The feeling is mutual.”

“Please tell me you’re not a one-shot wonder. I have plans that require your active participation. I would hate to be left hanging.”

“Hon, I will put you to sleep from sheer exhaustion.” I ran my hands down to cup her tight cheeks through her skirt.

“Bold words. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” She reached between us and grabbed my bulging hard-on through my jeans. “Mmmmm. This is nice and big. Do you know how to use it?”

“I have never received any complaints, and I have had a lot of repeat business. Even some referrals.”

“Really? Is that so? Maybe I should just try you on for size right here, right now.”

“In this parking lot?”

“Why not? It would be so hot being out here where anyone might see, don’t you think?” She began to dry-hump my thigh as her hands rubbed my erection. “Mmmmm, it gets me wet just thinking about it.”

My big head was thinking up reasons to leave for a more private venue, but the little head was running my mouth at the time. “Really?” I said as I cocked an eyebrow. “Let me be the judge of that.” My fingers dipped under the back of her skirt, between her taught cheeks, seeking out the moist furnace within. She wasn’t wearing any panties and my fingers had unfettered access to her treasures. In no time, I felt the scalding heat of her honey pot, dipping deeply and drawing a gasp from her. “You know, you’re right.” I pulled my damp fingers out and brought them to my face, taking a deep sniff. “Mmmmm, smells delicious.”

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